Saturday, October 29, 2016

Letters 491: Where Does Our Heart Beat Now

"Hearts are made to last till the end of time."
- Celine Dion (Where Does My Heart Beat Now, 1990)


To whom I haven't met yet, 

          It is somewhat ironic that a lot of belated reunion take place when people attend funeral. While coming together to pay their last respects to the deceased, some relatives or friends are pleased to run into those they have not met for quite a while. There could be laughter & tears at the recollections of a nostalgia.

           I was once asked by my good friend family to deliver a eulogy at the wake in Pulau Tikus. Before I started, I prepared her some humorous incidents that would be mentioned in my eulogy. 

           After listening to others eulogies, I realize that no family member or friend of the deceased ever really knows enough of him. He led a different life with different people he grew up with at work, play, in fact, in different places. So even the one closest to him cannot claim that they knows everything about him, for no one could ever be with anyone at every stage of his life, sharing every step & moment.

           Incidentally, I overheard some old fella mumbling about young ladies who turn up at such solemn occasions in dresses that are low-cut Kardashians style which are a bit distracting. But I suppose they are so used to dressing up for all occasions that it does not strike them as improper at all to appear the way they do. I appreciate the fact that they make up part of a caring crowd there.

            Dear you, fortunately, we are blessed by many good people in our daily lives. Those who live & work quietly with goodwill towards all their fellowmen, whatever they colors of creed. I hope my work in helping people from all sorts of ages, beyond race & religion did touched the lives of people that I had interacted,in a good or bad way.

             Until then, have a beautiful life my hummingbird. 


p/s

If you were here, you would be amazed at the way my life turned out to be. But I believe God have a grander plan for us in future. i just haven't met you yet. I am looking forward to share my beautiful life with you.



To where you are,

The Half Moon Serenades.
29th of October 2016. 

Friday, October 21, 2016

Letters 490: As Good as It Gets

"Well, maybe I overshot a little because I was aiming at just enough to keep you from walking out."

- Melvin Udall (As Good as It Gets, 1997)


To whom I haven't met yet,

         A few days ago, while eating my late breakfast at a food court in Gurney Paragon, I saw a young lady who bought a pack of fried rice & left. I didn't make much of it until after my lunch, when I walked past few parking lots & noticed that the young lady is having her meal inside it her car.

          That's weird, I thought. Why didn't she just eat at the food court? I saw plenty of seats available there. But then reality knocked my head immediately. There are many people in this world who hated the idea of eating alone & the would rather starved than to be seen dining alone. It is like if you are eating alone, you must be some sort of 'kera sumbang', loser or 'brozone' fella.

           Actually, eating alone at restaurant is not as bad for me because it is a quick affair. It is not a the ultimate test of bravery for me too. I've never had any qualms about eating alone, let it before when I was in relationship or now (single). Since I have done it during my entire working life, solo dining does not seem like a strange Ripley Believe It or Not concept for me.
  
            Dear hummingbird, solo dining is about treating myself to a delicious experience & savoring every bite. I love food & I like to try out new places in Penang that I read about or see in my social media feeds. Sometimes, it is just much easier to eat alone than make plans with colleagues or friends. Trust me, it can be a difficult task the size of Jupiter just to get everyone to agree on a date or a location.

              Anyway, the year 2016 is going to end soon in two months. Frankly, I don't know if we will ever met each other one day or we are just floating around like a breeze. But then, yes I was far away from you but I wasn't scared. I know that deep in my heart, I just haven't met you yet. 



p/s

Maybe I am too late to be your first, but right now, I'm preparing myself to be your last. Good things came to those who wait.


To where you are,

The Half Moon Serenades.
21st of October 2016.
 

                

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Letters 489: The Korean Rose


"I  knew it the very first time I touched her, it was like coming home, only to no home I'd ever known, it was like magic."

- Sam Baldwin (Sleepless in Seattle, 1993)


To whom I haven't met yet,

          I don't know what possessed me few years ago. One minute I was queuing up to get into the bookstore & the next I was agreeing to participate in a Korean language course located a short distance from the mall. 

           I am not a language freak. So when the girl suggested to me to join for fun, I was surprised to hear an alien voice, which sounded remarkably like my own. saying "Sure, that sounds like fun". 

           First day in the class, my heart was racing so fast I thought I would expire on the spot. People like me should not be subjecting themselves to such stuff during their free time. I should be at home making a nice dinner & taking gentle sips of Earl Grey tea from delicate bone china cups. '

           Before I had a chance to give voice to my fears, I found myself standing in the class, with my heart in my mouth. "Whatever you do, don't look at anyone", I said to myself."Just keep looking to the wall in front & I'll be fine", I told myself.  Just when I thought I was making reasonable good progress, every pore in my body decided to drench me with sweat, blinding me.

            Anyway my hummingbird, that was my first class. Sixteen weeks later, I guess my self-persuasion were beginning to kick me right at my ass. I am not one for giving up so easily especially if it means making a public spectacle of myself. I summoned every ounce of courage left in me & ordered myself to persevere. 

             It wasn't easy, but I did finished the course with flying colors. I can even conversed in basic Korean fluently. Oddly enough, now that I am good in Korean language, I am hooking myself to watch Korean drama every weekend.

              I think, I could possibly be persuaded to learn another language next year. Italian maybe?



p/s

It is in letters like these that I know my what my purpose is in life. I am here to love you one day, to hold you in my arms one day, to protect you forever. I am here to learn from you & to receive your love in return. I am here because of you. Be my mugunghwa (Korean Rose).


난 당신을 생각합니다 (I am yours),
 The Half Moon Serenades.
15th of October 2016. 

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Letters 488: Nothing is Ever Certain

"Sometimes, the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had."

- Susie Salmon (The Lovely Bones, 2009)


To whom I haven't met yet,

            It happens to you, to me & to the best of us. Leaving something behind. We get out of Uber car, taxi or bus & realize that we've left whatever in the vehicle. Sure it is not a big deal except when you're frantically calling the bank to cancel your ATM cards

             Knowing this happens to everyone was little consolation for me when I recently pulled a stupid stunt of 'leaving briefcase behind at the guard house' which was carrying fairly minor things, like my Toshiba laptop & passport, well basically my life. At first I was like 'thank you God' because luckily my laptop is backed up to the portable Samsung drive. Now unluckily, the drive was also in said misplaced briefcase. 

               I immediately sprinted back to the guard house which wasn't a good idea as it turned out, I left my security card in my bedroom. And there I was stuck between the main door & the elevator, waiting for whoever good soul to open the main door & wondering how I was going to replace my passport with the trip is one month away. Also wondering at the same time how lucky the new owner of my laptop was using my online banking personal data while scrolling through my personal pictures & laughing his/her ass out.

              Now here's where my luck took a turn. It turns out that while I was in the elevator going down frantically to the guard house, the guard use another elevator to return my briefcase at my house. It also turns out that I brought my wallet together which contained another set of spare security card. 

               Dear hummingbird, being a positive guy, I put it as a lesson of lifetime. Perhaps my panic had been misplaced. But I think leaving my briefcase at the security guard house were all lucky strokes. Now if only I can buy a lottery ticket to try my luck for the second time.

                Nothing is ever certain. :)


p/s

Each time I told you a story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. Because horror of this world is real & it is everyday. I had rescued the moment in my letters for you & in that way, no one could take that moment from us one day, someday. 



For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.
8th of October 2016.  

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Letters 487: The Bakery of Life



"You are not perfect & let me save you the suspense, this girl you've met, she is not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you are perfect for each other."

- Dr.Sean Maguire (Good Will Hunting, 1997)


To whom I haven't met yet,

           I was born in a poor family of two (me & my mother). Back in the 1990's. each time I walked in front of the bakery shop at Gelugor, I would spend some time looking at the hot bread inside. I don't know why I have such an intense fascination for that sunflower seeds bread but ever since I was a Standard One student, I stopped in front of the bakery just to smell it (mind you, I couldn't afford to buy it).

            Few days before my primary school graduation, my mother sent me to the bakery to buy some parchment paper for baking. While waiting for the paper, I took a quick look at the last two unsold sunflower seeds breads & wished I could have one. 

            The owner asked whether I like to have one of them. It was as if she could read my mind. She said she had noticed my fascination each time I walked in front of her bakery. To cheer me up, she said she would give me one. Before I could even shake my head, the lady gave me the sunflower seeds bread in a plastic bag together with the parchment papers. 

              I was only 12 years old. But that day her kindness, encouraging words & positive attitude had a great impact on me. 

              Anyway today, I am the owner of several businesses. Granted it is not a bakery but each time I met a soul from poor family, her wisdom still resonate with me. I know it is not easy as it sounds to help everyone, but I know there will be some way out of the darkness for me to help them. For them to say thank you few years later, it makes my world.
  
              Dear hummingbird, I am now in my 20's & even today when i see a bakery, it would immediately remind me of the bakery at Gelugor.


p/s

If you really look deeper, these event can actually motivate you & me to find that inner strength to overcome love challenges or in some ways to make our life more meaningful.


For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.
2nd of October 2016.